Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:53:32 +1300
From: orbis@waipa.com
Subject: Boating - Part 13

BOATING - AN OCEAN DISCOVERY

Part 13

This series involves vivid descriptions of sexual activity involving guys
aged between 17 and 22 years old. Which is great! On to part thirteen!
Woah! Land Ho!!  As always - comments are welcome at orbis@waipa.com.

Copyright 2003 by Orbis@waipa.com - All rights reserved.

Yours,
Orbis


At one the next afternoon, with the largest island of Western Samoa in
sight Dean stood on the bow with the other three.

"Well, I've decided to have a wash. We've only got what, an hour, until we
arrive?  Well I'm going to clean up now."

He stood and walked inside to turn on the hose pump. The other three
decided to wash too. Scott insisted that he wasn't going to wash his hair
though. He said it had taken too much work from all of them to get it that
way and he didn't want to lose it just for a three hour visit.

While the other three took turns holding the hose on each other, Scott was
in the cabin. Eventually he emerged wearing a disposable plastic shower cap
he had found in his toiletries bag. As the others laughed at him he held
the hose. Dean decided to help by rubbing Luke's back. Very quickly this
turned into fondling and his hand reached around Luke's body to grab his
cock.

A few tugs and Luke was hard. Dean then got on his knees in front of him
and began sucking. Scott turned the stream of the hose onto the back of
Dean's head, forcing him onto Luke right down to the base of his cock. The
vibrations from the water hitting Dean's head traveled straight from his
chin to Luke's balls, making him come quickly down the back of Dean's
throat.

Scott redirected the water onto Jason who continued scrubbing himself with
a sponge. Luke pulled his softening cock from Dean's mouth and patted him
on the back as he stood. Dean grabbed Luke's shoulders and pulled him
close, planting his lips on Luke's. They both opened their mouths and
Luke's semen flooded into his own mouth from Dean's. As their tongues
pressed against each other they both savored the dull salty taste of his
cum.

Jason took the hose from Scott and turned it on them.

"Hey, that's enough of that!  I'm gonna' puke if you keep that up!"

They broke up laughing as the water hit them and continued sponging
themselves down as Scott was blasted with the warm sea water. Soon they
were all clean and used a bucket of fresh water to rinse off before letting
the sun and breeze dry them naturally before they put their clothes on.

"It feels weird to be wearing clothes again."

Luke laughed. "Jase, you were the last one to take yours off!  Now you're
complaining about putting them on?"

"Yeah, well my favorite shorts are probably washed up on a beach somewhere
now. These ones just aren't the same."

Jason looked over to see Scott tying his hair.

"You gonna' wear jeans Scott?"

"No, why?"

"But you're just wearing underwear!"

Scott was wearing an old, hole filled tank top and a pair of white, close
fitting briefs. They weren't bikini style, they had legs which reached just
to the tops of his thighs, but they were made from stretch cotton and
hugged his body closely.

"My uncle in the States sent them to me. Mum had told him that underwear
was 'an ideal gift'. Stupid woman. But they don't really look like
underwear, more like swimming shorts."

Dean looked at him with raised eyebrows, then stripped off his baggy
shorts. He leaned into his drawer and pulled out a pair of Speedos.

"In that case, I'm going to wear my Speedos, and maybe a T-shirt."

He arranged himself inside his Speedos and smiled at the other three. Luke
returned to the helm to take manual control and guide them into port at
Salelologa.

For the first time in the trip Luke used the VHF radio. He called the port
authority, asking permission to dock. A few minutes later they responded
saying that they were able to dock and asking if he needed assistance to
reach a safe berth. He declined the offer and signed off.

"Get your passports ready guys, customs will be there when we dock. Scott,
I'll want you on the bow to tie us up."

"Ok." replied Scott, "Hey, I just thought, if they come on board then
they'll probably see the stained bunks. And what about your little stash?"

"The stash is safely hidden and as for the sheets, who gives a shit what
they think. If they ask, you can just say you're very active on the wet
dream front!  Ok, all hands on deck, we're coming in now."

Luke was a little surprised at how well the docking procedure went. He had
not had a lot of practice maneuvering the Nova in confined spaces, let
alone a port he didn't know. Watching Scott, Jason and Dean throwing out
the ropes and tying the Nova he realized that a lone trip may have had it's
difficulties after all.

Two men were waiting on the pier for them. They were dressed casually and
helped make the Nova fast. One carried a small black bag with a clipboard
poking from the open top. Luke killed the motor and climbed down to the
deck. The man with the bag spoke to him.

"Welcome to Western Samoa. My name is Doug Aleini, I'm with Customs and
Excise. May I come aboard?"

"Please do. I'm Luke Stewart, captain of the Nova."

The two customs officials jumped aboard and shook Luke's hand.

"Now," said Aleini, "just a few formalities to go through."

He took the clipboard from his bag and fished for a pen.

"The full name of this vessel and registration details please."

"The Nova out of Auckland, first registered 2003."

"Name of captain?"

"Luke Stewart, New Zealander."

"Thanks, now if we can look at your passports please?"

The second man, who remained silent, collected all four passports and
passed them one at a time to Aleini. He checked them and wrote their
details on his clipboard, checking each name against a list at the back of
the clipboard then stamping each one.

"That's fine gentlemen. Now what is the purpose of this visit?"

"Well, we're just going to refresh supplies basically."

"And how long do you intend to stay in Western Samoa Mr Stewart?"

"Only a few hours, so long as we can get what we need this afternoon, just
things like fuel, water and a few other food supplies."

"Well, pretty much everything you'll want is available from here. If you're
only staying this evening you can keep her berthed here for twenty Tala, we
accept New Zealand currency in most parts of the port."

"That's great, do I pay you?"

"You can if you wish. Now may we have a quick look through the boat Mr
Stewart?"

"Help yourselves."

The two officials went into the cabin as the four waited on deck.

"God, what are they going to think if they find my box of sex toys?" asked
Scott.

Luke laughed, "They'll probably ask you if you want to spend the night at
their place!"

They emerged from the cabin and walked back to the four standing on the
fore deck.

"A very nice boat you have here Mr Stewart. Do you mind me asking how such
a young man came to own such a boat?  It's just that is could be seen as a
little suspicious."

"Oh, I quite understand. I won a substantial amount in Lotto a while back,
this is the result."

"Congratulations. Everything seems to be ok. I'll just get that fee off you
then you can go ashore."

Luke paid with New Zealand dollars and folded the receipt into his
wallet. The two customs men jumped back onto the pier and walked away
slowly.

"Well crew, what do you want to do now?  I suggest we go into town and eat
a real meal, fruit, ice cream, the lot."

After eating Luke took Scott with him and left Dean and Jason to wander
around the port town of Salelologa with the simple mission of buying some
fruits and vegetables which would last on the sea. Luke and Scott had to
see about feeding the Nova. The trip from New Zealand had only emptied just
over a third of the fuel tanks, but Luke wanted to have them full for the
slightly longer leg to Hawaii.

They quickly found the office at the pier and ordered a fill up. The fuel
barge set off for the Nova almost immediately. While Scott helped with the
refueling Luke asked about fresh water. He was surprised to be pointed to a
hose coiled neatly on the pier just beside the Nova. He was told to help
himself and just make sure the hose was put back neatly.

Within two hours of having come ashore the Nova was filled, both with fuel
and fresh water, and Jason and Dean had returned with three large bags of
fruit and vegetables. Together they sat on the pier looking at the Nova as
she bobbed up and down on the gentle swell.

"Have you guys called your parents yet?"

All three looked at each other, then stared into the blue water.

"Right then. I saw a pay phone just round the corner, let's go. I should
call my family too I suppose."

Paying for the calls seemed to be a problem until Luke pulled his calling
card from his wallet.

"This one's on me guys."

All four of them got through to one member of the family or another. Half
an hour later they had all reported home, telling where they were and what
was happening.

"Right guys, I think we should say goodbye to Samoa now. If we stay past
seven at the pier we'll have to find those customs guys and pay them for
the whole night. Besides, I'd like to get out while it's still
light. Doesn't look like much is happening in town tonight anyway. That ok
with you guys?"

They all nodded and together they walked back to the pier and down to the
Nova. As they were getting aboard Dean said;

"If we'd been here last week it would have been better. There was some sort
of festival on. I spoke to a couple from New Zealand in town, they said it
was pretty quiet this week after that, just as they liked it, boring old
farts."

"Yeah," said Jason, "and I'm beginning to really stink with these clothes
on. I guess not using soap or anything to wash didn't help."

Within a few minutes they were maneuvering away from the pier and waving to
a group of small children who had gathered to watch them go. Luke got the
Nova out of the harbour by seven and by five past they were all naked
again.

They passed several small boats as they headed North East through the
channel between the two main islands of Samoa. Scott stood at the bow and
waved to them as they passed. There were several surprised looks, but most
of them were fishing boats and they just waved and smiled at him.

At eight thirty as total darkness enveloped them, Luke put the Nova back
onto automatic navigation control and went down into the cabin to join the
others in a fresh fruit feast.

"With all that Papaya and Mango you're eating there Scott, you'll be
shitting all night."

"Doesn't worry me Luke, I just love the stuff."

Jason stopped eating and looked up at the others, mango juice dripping from
his chin.

"Well, I'm saying this right now. Until we get to Hawaii, I am not going to
wash at all, except my hands of course."

"Me either." said Scott, "except I'll probably wash my cock though, if
anyone's going to be sucking on it I think that's only fair."

"Yeah," Luke continued, "I'm going to make it a rule that you have to wash
your cock, and ass too, every now and then, just as a matter of general
hygiene, not to mention taste, if you'll pardon the expression. Jase, your
statement has wider implications than you may think you know."

"Why's that?"

"Well, if you're going to forego the niceties of washing, then we will all
probably follow suit, just so we can get our own back on you."

"Doesn't worry me at all."